As I applied mascara, polka music started to drift down the stairs. After a few minutes, I heard Brandon encouraging someone to do something faster. Clean up the toys? Dance the funky chicken?
I finished my preparations and went up to the toy room to see what the party was about. I found Sophia running in endless circles to the cheery tunes of "The Pennsylvania Polka," with Brandon egging her on.
She stopped, panting, and eagerly asked, "are you going to put this on your blog, mom?" So here she is, in all of her glory.